Isaac Greyson

Isaac Greyson

OOC
Member name: Grey works for now.
How you found us: Google sent me your way.
Other characters: None for now!
Roleplay experience: Oi, I've been at it for four years now? Maybe five?
Activity level: Varies, slowly getting more internet time.
Code word: Verified by Bee.

Basics
Full name: Isaac Jean Greyson
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Divine Parent: Dionysus
Powers: Madness - Party planning - Chlorokinesis (but only with grapes. He tends to kill strawberries)
Playby: Drew Roy

Personality
General personality:
Where do you start with Isaac. To sum him up in one word, well it'd be best just to call him a dreamer. Isaac lives in his head but doesn't mind sharing it with the world. His candor about everything going on in his head takes some getting used to, but not because it's dark or disturbing in there. It's just... odd. For one, he claims to dream cartoons while others say their dreams are vivid or black and white. When he imagines things, they too are often in 2D cartoon form. And Isaac thinks that this is totally normal. He's also confused when people think he's joking about that.

Hardly ever serious and nearly always grinning like a kid, it's gotten to the point other campers call him "Peter Pan". Of course they use other names as well, but Isaac only mentions the things he likes to hear. He tends to be extremely optimistic this way. That's not to say he doesn't acknowledge bad things happening, Isaac just always looks for/on the bright side. Sure it's not always that easy, but he refuses to let anyone see that he's unhappy or given up hope.

Speaking of bright sides, Isaac is that type of person who's always working to get people to grin, talk out their issues, and basically fix the world's problems. He has a knack for finding lost causes, connecting with them, and becoming extremely attached and loyal to them. It's surprisingly easy for him to let his childlike behavior slip away so he can show off his emphatic, mature side. That side always has so bit of advice to give and plenty of deeper thoughts to share.

Likes: Animals, people, swimming, running, games, candy, reading, telling stories, helping out, fighting monsters, strawberries, hanging out with children of Isis/Hypos/Apollo/Athena and basically anyone but most of the Ares cabin.
Dislikes: Grapes, being useless, and talking about himself and life before camp.
Goals: To not be killed by a monster, and learn all the odd skills he can.
Fears: Going back to his grandparents, doctors, Lamia (Greek monster, looks like a woman with a distorted face, can remove her eyes, eats children), being thought insane, and becoming a monster.

History
Claimed?: Yup.
Camp experience: Seven years.
Mortal parent: Isabelle Myers (nee Greyson)
Other relatives: Sigmund Myers (step-father) Mary and Johnathan Greyson (grandparents)
History:
Isabelle was grew up in a world of science and psychology. Everything had rules, everything could be explained. And of course, everything had to be perfectly boring. Her parents shipped her off to an ivy league college to follow in their footsteps and become a neurosurgeon or psychologist. So she was well on her way to a perfectly stable, perfectly boring life. The dorm life had other plans for her though. Plans involving a party hard roommate, crazy nights at Greek houses, and dating a dark haired stranger every night for six months.

It was summer vacation time when Isabelle found out she would be having a child. The child came with expulsion from the school for poor grades. Isabelle didn't care at all, she grew to love the night life and shocked her parents by leaving her child with them when he was only a year old, and running away to Las Vegas with her newest boy friend, whom she eloped with.

Isaac didn't get the fun times like his mother did as a child (despite the boring life, she did have good memories with her parents). His grandparents were sure they'd done something wrong the first time around. So with Isaac, they weren't going to fail. This thought process made them paranoid about the young boy as he grew up. The slightest tear would have them busting out the child psychology books. A barely passing grade had them asking his pediatrician what meds would boost his attention span, intelligence, etc. Countless times Isaac was taken into hospitals and treated with experimental drugs that his grandparents had pulled some strings to get.

At seven, the greatest and worst thing happened to him. While on yet another trip to try more drugs, Isaac wandered off down the halls of the hospital. He managed to get from the second floor to the ground level without his grandparents freaking out when he spotted two teens running down the hall with a wheelchair and swords. Chasing them, was the scariest looking woman Isaac had seen. She was Lamia, but Isaac hadn't a clue back then. After she was slain though, the two teens and the kid in the wheelchair (a satyr) explained their situation to him: They were demigods, the fact Isaac could see them meant either he was just a gifted mortal, or he was a demigod too. Before he could go with them, his grandparents found them. Of course, they could only see a frantic seven year-old who seemed pretty sure he was the child of a Greek myth and desperately wanted to go camping.

The next two years were spent in a daze of psycho therapy, different tests, meds, and child hospitals. Each new place experienced miracle cures to mental illnesses, and a boost in grape vines. Isaac was on the verge of giving up his belief that the demigods he saw were real, when a satyr came for him. Finally, he was going to Camp Half-Blood! But as the satyr and demigod made their escape, Isaac's grandfather and two other doctors tried to stop them. Isaac panicked, but it wasn't until the doctors grabbed his arms that he unleashed his god given power in the worst way possible. All three mortals went mad. That moment left Isaac with two sick feelings in his stomach; one from the look in his grandfather's eyes, and the other from feeling glad he'd caused that fear.

Isaac's days at camp were fantastic. He absorbed all he could, learned all he could, and was just so thankful to be out of his grandparent's reach. No one thought he was abnormal, the things of dreams were real, and to top it off his father claimed him. Of course, it took awhile for Isaac to even look at Mr. D after finding out the camp director was his father. Here at seventeen, Isaac hardly says two words to the man- er, god. But other than that? He's managed to open up and completely break the shell he made himself. Or has he?